I don’t recognize anything.
\nHave I been on this road before?
\nWhy does it look so different?
\nWhat the hell is that smell?
\nIt isn’t even seventy degrees out.
\nIt will be a great trip, if this smell goes away.
\nI hope we get to internet soon.
\nIs that commercial? Am I a sell out?
\nListening to an oldies station that plays music from when I was in college.
\nYou’re killing me, Mick.
\nYou’re old now. I know.
\nYou’re old because I’m younger.
\nComparing; judging.
\nJohn reads signs for pot pharmacies.
\nWhat is the French word for Marijuana anyway?
\nGod, there are a lot of pot pharmacies.
\nAre people in that much pain?
\nHalliburton – do you suppose Dick Cheney comes to Northern Michigan?
\nI don’t know. He looks like the penguin.
\nEverything is green under a sky of gray.
\nMaybe we’ll stop at a casino.
\nWayne State University billboard in the middle of the trees.
\nDetroit is closer than you think.
\nRich people have deeper front lawns;
\nMore flowers.
\nPass that truck. Where is it going on a Saturday anyway?
\nI don’t really want to buy anything but I want to look at the lawn ornaments and junk in the yards at all of the garage sales.
\nThere’s a whole lot of oats in the fields.
\nPoor people in the county have a little land and no gardens.
\nThey must live on dreams.
\nCows with horns.
\nThat joke always cracks me up
\nHalf-baked money makers litter the country road.
\nIt doesn’t make sense to me to live in a junkyard in the country.
\nPeople get tired before getting to their dreams.
\nOld Alba road is a dirt road.
\nFast, straight away and we miss our turn.
\nNothing about this trip reminds me of France.
\nWhere the heck is the road?
\nSpinning tires; deaf child area.
\nFamily to visit and food to eat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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